The fearful unbelief is unbelief in yourself.

A heavenly awe overshadowed and encompassed, as it still ought, and must, all earthly business whatsoever.

Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.

The wise man is but a clever infant, spelling letters from a hieroglyphical prophetic book, the lexicon of which lies in eternity.

The genuine essence of truth never dies.

Man is, and was always, a block-head and dullard; much readier to feel and digest, than to think and consider.

Pain was not given thee merely to be miserable under; learn from it, turn it to account.